JPK

Biscuit Tin, poetry written by Arikui at Spillwords.com

Biscuit Tin

Biscuit Tin written by: JPK   Such things she kept, to hold her memories in. A pretty box, a tin, a January journal eternally returning to a long past...
Crossword, poetry written by Arikui at Spillwords.com

Crossword

Crossword written by: JPK   Never a cross word in all those years? That isn’t true. Still, we learned to read each other’s clues, knew the difference...
The Dog She Was, poetry written by Arikui at Spillwords.com

The Dog She Was

The Dog She Was written by: JPK   She’s not the dog she was ten years ago, When she would run for country miles. Stiles and fences flew beneath her f...
The Gardener, a poem written by Arikui at Spillwords.com

The Gardener

The Gardener written by: JPK   She came each Saturday at half past nine. The girls, when they were little, would look out and shout to let me know. ...
JPK

JPK

John has spent forty years sitting behind a desk tapping at the keys of a computer for ten hours a day and writing about Investment Banking. Freed from the yoke of the capitalist oppressor he now sits behind a desk for five hours a day and writes about whatever he likes. Then he goes and walks the dog.